A/N: Next chapter is long, so it should make up for this chapter. no update tomorrow, but hopefully I'll update on Thursday or Friday
The Pavement Shines Like Silver
When I was finished changing into Grantaire's smelly, huge, and thankfully warm clothes, I turned around with my hair still thoroughly wet and smiled a bit. Everyone's back was to me, thankfully, and so I told them that they could turn around.
"Still too obvious, you need a cap," Grantaire said.
"Here, she can have mines!" Gavroche cheered.
Laughing, I put his cap on top of my head because it didn't fit me at all. Chuckling, Courfeyrac stepped forward, taking off his cap and extended his arm offering it to me dramatically. I took the cap from him with a soft thank you and I rolled my hair up into the cap as I had many times before.
"I think this should do for the way home… Joly, you're the smallest of us, no offence, do you think you have any spare clothes that would fit Eponine?" Enjolras asked.
"Oui, they might be a bit big, and no offence taken," Joly nodded.
"Could you bring some at the meeting tomorrow?" Enjolras asked.
"Oui," Joly nodded.
"You guys are the best," I smiled.
"I know," the pantless Grantaire nodded.
Gavroche let out a huge yawn then and his eyes were pretty much shut, his dirty blonde curls dangling over his face without him knowing, if he were even half awake he would have tossed it out of his face.
"I think we should be going now, Gav looks dead on his feet," I said.
"I can still fight," Gav muttered sleepily making us all laugh.
"Here, I'll carry him home," Courfeyrac said.
With one effortless move, he tossed my brother up in the air and held him on his shoulder. With a nod, Courfeyrac carried the sleeping Gavroche away leaving Grantaire, Joly, Enjolras and I alone.
"I'll bring the clothes at the meeting tomorrow," Joly said as he left.
"Merci," I smiled.
"We shall be the next to leave, bon nuite Grantaire, and Merci for the pants," Enjolras said.
"Bon nuite, and de rein!" Grantaire cheered.
"Merci," I said, as Enjolras slowly, put his hand on my shoulder that was furthest from him, so in a way his arm was around me, but he was just leading me away from Grant who was cheering.
Together, we walked down the street in an awkward silence-his arm was still around me. This didn't mean that he liked me, nor that I liked him, only him leading me away from a very shocking, tiring incident. I found comfort in our closeness, as if the man of marble could protect me from anything-including Marius.
As we walked home, I forgot all about Marius Pontmercy and was able to pay attention to the little details of the beauty of Paris by night. Such as the lull of the rain hitting the trees, or the roar of the river being fed underneath us as we crossed the suicide bridge. Through the river, I could almost hear the whispers of those who lost their lives on this bridge. And when we crossed the bridge, the pavement was completely wet and I smiled as I saw that the pavement shines like silver.